On Set (2 page)

“Where’s your cock sock?” she whispered.

“Real thing for you Melanie,” he whispered back, thrusting deeply into her. She cried out, all those glorious, muscles tightened around him, pulling him further inside her.

“Cut!” the director yelled. Sean felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown at him. He couldn’t move and from the way Melanie’s pussy was gripping him, neither could she.

***

Melanie was frantic, shaking with part fear of being caught fucking Sean McNeil on set, and partly with the desperation of needing him to carry on. Rocking gently against him, she received a curt. “Don’t you dare move, woman,” from him.

“Orgy Fairy number one, needs a touch up on the chest. Make up!”

The makeup artist tiptoed over and dusted more of the powder over her breast. The bristles made her shake, and her body clenched insistently around Sean’s cock.
He threw her a look that told her he was barely keeping a rein on his emotions. The makeup artist explained, “It’s the flavored one. Like candy floss.”

“Love,” Melanie said, her voice shaking. “Stop playing with my tits, get off the set so he can fuck me. Please. I’m begging you.”

“Knew it,” she murmured in reply tip toeing back out of shot. Mel looked back to Sean, sweat beading on his bare chest, the moisture crystallising the lighting. His cock pulsed within her.

“Oh my god,” she wailed softly. “Oh my god, hurry up.”

“Say action, you cunt,” he grunted towards the director.

“Good to go, action!”

Sean agonizingly gripped her hips to draw her slowly from him until only the head was nestled inside her before he slammed back inside her. She arched, the force of the connection almost making her snap her spine.

The sensations were unreal, her only reality was the spike of the wood chips in her back, grinding into her, every time Sean’s cock went deep, pumping her hard. No wonder every actress wanted to get underneath him, or on top of him. He
knew
what he was doing.
He
absolutely
knew how to use that thick cock of his, rolling his hips to reach every single part of her, triggering every nerve ending so her very heart beat centered at her pussy.

“Change it up,” the director called. Sean’s chest was heaving, but he obeyed the command, slowly withdrawing from her. She gave the softest of wails when he did.

“We’re not done,” he promised quietly.

She sent him a slumberous smile. “That would be disappointing.”

He turned her onto her stomach, still keeping the skirts of her dress covering his bare cock then pulled her to her knees, spreading them apart with his own. Her back slid against the dampness of his chest. She winced at the scrape of the wood chips, but the need to get Sean back inside her was paramount.

Underneath the tumble of her skirts, she felt his hand guiding his cock back into her pussy amidst the juices trickling over her thighs. She’d never been this wet in her life.

Balls deep, he thrummed his fingers over her swollen clit. She caught his thighs in the grip of her nails, arching back to meet every thrust inside her. She hoped this looked fake, or she’d be labelled as a porn star. Or maybe this generations Julie Christie?

Sean’s hand curled around her breast as her head fell back onto his shoulder. “When this film premieres,” he said softly, angling his hips as close to hers to push his cock even deeper, “I want you next to me. I want to see your face when you watch this scene. You’ll spread your legs for me, let me feel just how wet your pussy is, watching yourself being fucked,” he thrust hard, “On. Screen.”

“Let me cum,” she breathed, “and I’ll turn up without any underwear. Save us both some time.”

“Sean,” the director called. “Bend your fairy over, I can’t see your face. We’re paying for your face.”

“Oh god yes,” Melanie hissed, immediately doing as she was told, torturing herself by wiggling her bottom into his hips. He gripped her hips over the ruffled material at her waist.

“Little more rough looking,” the director ordered, looking up from his viewer. “Off you go.”

“Done,” Sean agreed grimly, punching forward. Her left leg started trembling like a pneumatic drill. She was edging closer, oh god, she was going to come so hard, so good.

“Not so fast!” the director demanded.

“Shut up!” Melanie growled, pushing back against Sean. He pistoned faster into her, the sound of her wet pussy being forced open by the thickness of his cock sent a drizzle of pleasure over her spine. A prelude to what was about to come. She gave a gasp before the orgasm pulled at her solar plexus then burst all over her body. Her fingers clenched into the wood chips. Sean pumped her relentlessly until she dimly felt the heat of his load jerking inside her.

“Oh god,” she heaved, resting forward on her arms, breathing in the scent of sweat, sex and firewood. A peek around the fire and no one seemed to be paying that much attention to them. Sean stroked his hand along her spine. “You’re a natural,” he said, replacing his hand with his mouth.

“Well I have done this before,” she laughed, turning her head to look at him. He looked probably as post-coital as she did.
Wow. I just fucked Sean McNeil on set.
And I want to do it again.

His eyes narrowed. “You know this is the first and last time you do this on set.”

“What if I promise it’ll just be with you?”

His mouth ticked up a corner. “Convince me.”

The director gave a clap that sounded across the clearing. “Brilliant. Are you all ready for another take?”

Melanie’s mouth opened on a silent scream as Sean’s cock began to stiffen within her once more.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”